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I need
& want
your whole being,
as you need it,
& rule it:
full hair,
eyes,
flaming torso,
all an exile's palace
to call
your own

And while we wait,
we'll listen

we expect
another opening
of the door

Your flowered room
awaits you.
Is already peopl'd over,
running aplomb,
demanding Heaven
or Hell:

I know not
which
to choose,
as death
has nothing
to lose
on a mean earth
of fire

The same beach
awaits,
fill'd with
newly grasping
fingers
in the dawn

I'll think
of you,
& I'll think of you
again
when I come.
The face
staring over
all who sleep
is the face
you long
to stare.
Sam Fickling Jul 23
Some wind
stops
like someone
dying

Then
a door
opens

enter.
Sam Fickling Jul 23
Is this
Heaven?

Hell's
in the
sink.
Sam Fickling Jun 29
Enough
to move me
to tears

I'm sick
of looking
at all the cars,
all the people
who never look,
only nod

the water
only flows
& the birds
only sing
when you're
alone

That much
is true

but only
that much.
Sam Fickling Jun 29
Enter
the waterfall
passing airplane

a need
to question,
to stare
again

Is there life
on earth?

Look away.
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